A passing spirit enters

I lie here

in this most eventful agony

feeling lost and broken

and in a state

I have seen death with his sickle

he came into my consciousness

I have seen life

and its nothing I would rate

the scum who call themselves

fucking devotees

are wound up miserable

shits

who cannot think

they broke my will to see

to hear, to remonstrate

and now of course

I am lying on the brink

of Summerland in  a hell

hole known as Nepal

a country where the mountains

touch the sky

where hordes of human garbage

lifted out of what is consciousness

into a limbo state of heinous pie

they take their swords

and bring them down upon us

life saps fast

as reality kicks in

I felt the life force

leaving

but I was not believing

so called human beings

were the source

the evil

that rampaged across

my psyche

one soul the name of Martyn

shared my pain

his eyes were red with salty tears

that ran down his dry face

his heart was beating loudly

he was feeling

all my fears

he was knowing

looking out across

the seas of blood and gore

like I  he was wondering

and reflecting on what for

pulling upon every ounce

of energy inside

and wondering why

innocence could ever have been denied